The Snows of Kilimanjaro Page #2

You don't even know what love is!

- Connie!

- Oh! Go fly a kite!

[ Barrel Organ ]

Come in, Harry.

She'll recover.

- Connie, I'll shove off for you!

- You shoved off already!

- You still intend to become a writer?

- Yes.

Well, there are different

kinds of writers...

just as there are different

kinds of everything.

You can become another hack.

It's easy--

peddle soap to housewives.

Nothing wrong with peddling soap.

Make a fortune.

But I'll tell you the only

right approach to real writing.

It's like a hunt.

It's a hunt in which a man pits his brains

against the forces of ignorance and evil.

It's a lifelong and lonely safari.

The prey he seeks

is a truth worth telling...

a faith worth living by...

something worth

spilling his guts about.

He must track it down by himself.

I don't know if you'll be one

to have the fortitude to stick it...

to follow the spoor

no matter where it leads...

to what pain and suffering...

through hell and high water.

If you are, God help you.

God pity you.

And good luck.

I beg you not to ruin yourselfbefore you start

by loading your pack with excess baggage.

That's my business, isn't it?

[ Sighs ]

Yes. Yes, it is.

You know, you're young.

You'll need to travel and learn.

Education.

I'd like to help.

I think I've made clear the conditions.

Your birthday next week. Here.

From now on, you might regard

that Springfield as your own.

Shall we have a try

for deer tomorrow?

Good weather for it.

Oh, I've lived, all right...

but where has it got me?

To a camp in Africa with you...

my rich, beautiful wife.

Before you, how many others?

That's traveling alone...

in a pig's eye.

Well, have it your way, Harry.

I'm gonna shoot some game.

The larder's almost empty.

I'll change into my boots

and call Molo.

Helen. You shouldn't pay

any attention to me really, darling.

I love you, you know.

Why, I've never loved anyone

the way I loved you.

I won't take any more, darling.

Well, before you go...

come here, hmm?

Give me a kiss.

- And leave me this.

- Harry! Why do you have to turn into a devil?

Because if I can't die happy,

I can try to die delirious.

How can I help you

if you won't help yourself?

By going to sleep?

No, thank you.

There'll be plenty of that

soon enough.

What time I've got left,

I've got plenty to think about.

I'll leave you to your thoughts.

Only this time,

try to get some of them straight.

Just go do your killing.

That's what we're good at-- both of us.

- Abdula!

- Abdula!

- Get out the Springfield!

- Get out the Springfield!

- And the solids!

- And the solids!

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[ Speaking French ]

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